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Kyril

T hea wasn’t herself. Although I was no expert on psychology, even I had figured out she had suffered a lot of bad shit growing up with a father like Francesco di Luca. From what Dario had told us, the man was a monster. Even worse than my fucked-up father.

But my girl had survived. She was strong, vicious, and deserved to be treated like a motherfucking queen.

I’d been patient. Given her time to get over being kidnapped and imprisoned, but now I’d had enough of her shutting me out. We were end-game, and that meant she needed to understand I was here for her. That I’d do anything for her. Like track down her asshole father and put a bullet in his fucking head.

My only regret was that I hadn’t done it when we rescued her. I should have killed Torrance, but seeing Thea unconscious had distracted me. Still, there would be another opportunity. Hopefully soon .

If the fates were in my favor, I’d tie him to a chair and have all kinds of fun before he popped downstairs to meet fucking Lucifer. Maybe I’d do the same to Francesco. Now that was a guy who deserved to be flayed alive.

My cock grew harder still as I imagined him screaming while I cut him into pieces, but I forced my thoughts back to the woman seated in front of me, her hot, wet body pressed against mine.

“You’re stressed, kotenok .” My hands snaked up her ribs and found her breasts. She’d lost weight in the time she spent with her soon-to-be-dead father, but her tits felt bigger. Heavy and soft in my palms, her nipples puckered in the cool air.

“I’m fine,” she huffed, annoyed because I’d hijacked her relaxing bath.

“You will be when I make you come, baby,” I purred in her ear while stroking her tits.

“I can make myself come just fine.”

My little kitten was going to earn herself a punishment if she didn’t stop sassing me. I pinched her nipples hard to remind her who was in charge here. She squeaked in protest, but arched her back anyway.

“Show me. Part your thighs and tell me how wet your pussy is.”

“I’m sitting in a bath, Kyril. Of course it’s fucking wet,” she grumbled, but did as she was told. I looked over her shoulder and watched as she spread her legs. My cock grew even harder at the sight of her small hand dipping between her thighs.

“Does that feel good?”

“No,” she lied.

“Then you’re not doing it right.” I picked her up and spun her around so she faced me, not caring at all about how water slopped out of the tub, soaking the bathroom floor. My cock throbbed between us, hard as granite.

Thea could have said she didn’t want to do this. I’d have listened. I wasn’t a monster. But she settled astride me, making no effort to get away, her breasts at the perfect angle for me to suck and tease with my tongue.

She moaned when I sucked a hard nipple into my mouth while squeezing her other tit. Yeah, these definitely felt a bit bigger. The perfect size for my hands. Her hot little pussy ground on my cock, rubbing up and down my length, desperate for release.

I almost snorted. She thought she could make herself come better without me. Not a chance.

“Does that feel good, kitten?” It sure as hell felt fucking good to me. I very much wanted to get inside her, but I could be patient. When it suited me.

“No,” she panted, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. That little minx.

“How about this?” I grabbed her ass and lifted her, placing her on the edge of the tub. Then I buried my mouth between her legs.

She gasped and tried to stand, but I gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises. When I looked up, she was staring down at me with a combination of exasperation and lust.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she told me, and I frowned.

“Why?”

“Because…” I waited for her to give me a good reason why we shouldn’t fuck - knowing she had none - and then proceeded to do exactly what I set out to do when I came up here: make her come so hard she saw stars.

Knowing full well that if I gave her any more time to overthink this, she’d get cold feet - literally - I dived back into her pussy.

My girl had the sweetest pussy, every inch of her perfect. She was all I needed. Now and forever. Listening to her soft moans when I found the rhythm that made her body sing the sweetest song made my cock swell and my balls ache, but I fought back the desire to pull her down and fuck her.

This was about her, not me.

Her soft cries grew more urgent as she approached her peak. She gripped the edge of the tub and then let go, coming all over my face in a torrent of sweet release.

When I pulled back, the tension had faded from her gorgeous face. Her dark eyes had softened to a warm chocolate color. I wanted to hold her in my arms and never let go.

She didn’t protest when I pulled her back into the water and pressed my lips into the curve of her neck.

“That was…” she murmured before exhaling slowly.

“Amazing?”

A faint laugh broke free, and it made me realize how few times she’d laughed with genuine amusement. I resolved then and there my kitten needed to laugh more. Laughter was good for the soul, or so Landon liked to tell me when high as a kite.

Speaking of…

“Did you enjoy the show, asshole?”